Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
But then his hand shifted.
Two fingers slipped inside me, drawing a long, low moan out of me, my body getting some of the fullness it was craving as his fingers turned, crooked, and started teasing over my G-spot.
It wasn’t long then.
And he didn’t try to slow me down or stop me.
His tongue circled.
His fingers caressed.
And I crashed down hard into an orgasm that stole all the strength from my thighs as the waves crashed through me over and over.
It wasn’t until the fog of the pleasure started to ebb that I realized I’d dropped all my weight onto Rowe.
On a choked laugh, I threw myself backward, smiling down at him as he sucked in a greedy breath.
“I almost suffocated you,” I said, a high, strange laugh escaping me.
“Oh, but what a noble fucking way to go,” Rowe said, eyes dancing as I lowered myself down at his side, reaching downward, and closing my hand around his cock.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking over at me.
“I got to finish. You didn’t.”
“Not the type to keep score, Billie,” he said, shaking his head. “But I’m going to finish,” he said, his hand moving to frame my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “When I am buried deep inside you. After your pussy squeezes me as you come again,” he added, making my pussy throb.
“We can’t.”
“We can,” he countered. “I can’t. But you can,” he clarified.
“I could hurt you.”
He didn’t object to that, not exactly. But the lip of his finger slipped between my lips and a shudder moved through him. “I have to be inside you, baby,” he told me. That time, it was me the shudder moved through. “I’ve waited too long already,” he added, reaching out, and starting to pull me over him again.
I should have objected more strongly, knowing how much he’d already pushed it that night. But the aching emptiness between my thighs was unexpectedly undeniable.
Our lips met again.
Soft and slow at first.
Then harder and faster as the desire reignited through our bodies.
I reached into the nightstand, finding a condom, and ripping it open.
“What?” Rowe asked, brows pinched as he looked at me, making me realize I was smiling as I pulled the condom out of the foil.
“Bought the variety pack, huh?” I asked.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“This is flavored,” I told him right before turning it, and sucking it into my mouth slightly, watching as recognition heated his eyes as I shifted my body downward until I was positioned over him again. Then I leaned down, closing my mouth around his length, and carefully rolling the condom down his hard length.
I sucked him for a long moment after I was done, feeling the desire lapping at all my nerve endings at the sounds he made as I worked him before he yanked me up again.
“Ride me, Billie,” he growled, voice low. “Now,” he demanded, voice getting rougher. “I need to feel your pussy squeezing my cock,” he added as I straddled him again, lifting my hips upward.
Rowe fisted his cock, sliding it up and down my cleft a few times, tapping it at my clit until it was throbbing, then slipping it back down, holding it against the entrance of my body.
Waiting.
But his body was shaking with the need to be inside me.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I started to lower my hips, feeling him penetrate me, widen me as I took him inside inch by thick inch.
When he was settled deep, I paused, just taking a moment to feel the fullness of him inside me.
And nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt quite as right as our bodies joined together.
“Billie, move, baby,” Rowe growled, his fingers crushing into my hips.
My body responded before I was aware of telling it to.
My movements were slow and careful at first, barely a movement at all, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to make his back any worse than it already was from overdoing it.
“Baby, I said move,” Rowe demanded, bucking his hips up into me.
And that was all the encouragement I needed.
My hips ground down into him. Back and forth. Up and down. Then in the circles that felt best, driving me up faster and faster as I got closer and closer.
Rowe’s hands roamed over me. Up and down my thighs, over my belly, up to my breasts. Then down again, moving between my thighs, engaging my clit as I moved faster and faster, riding him harder and harder.
“Come, Billie,” he demanded, one of his hands grabbing my ass hard as he struggled to hold onto control as well. “Yes, squeeze my cock,” he growled as my orgasm slammed through my system, stealing my breath, exploding through each inch of me, sapping every bit of strength I had left, leaving me falling forward to bury my face in Rowe’s neck as he thrust up into me a few more times, then came with my name on his lips.